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E R I S
Spikes that dripped in blood proved her strength, there was so much blood...EVERYWHERE. It dripped, faster and faster! A small puddle formed, then a small lake, then a lager lake then a river. The red river twisted, turned, rushed and dragged unwilling bodies beneath it's surface. A dancer's body spun, leaped, twirled and slashed through the blood. Stones blended in with the heavy splashes, their colour matched the river and the lake. A dragon bone crown rested on her brow, it's black glassy spikes were sharp enough to pierce the heart of a stag. The once solid black colour now dripped in red, it now dripped in the blood of her enemies. They were not just any enemy though! Oh no! The blood that dripped from her precious crown was the blood of KINGS. Where were the knights from the tales now? Racing to defend their kings? Eris herself killed them all, Dragons, Demons and Devils blessed her with every blow, every stab every drop of blood that she spilt made her stronger, faster, wiser and much more lethal. Their blood had a purple sheen, oh this was royal blood for sure. Walking through the bloody hallways, the crowned Blood Empress was a bare figure. A simple equine? No. She was so much more than that. Her crown made her more royal than any unicorn or pegasi. Her fiery hair flipped over in the wind, so much power was contained inside her, the power of dragon's breath that had burned so many for her foes. The gold of kings made her pelt, the spots on her hide made from the death of her enemies and prey alike. Her eyes as blue as the ocean blinked once and she saw the forest materialise in front of her. She was not in the room of kings, bathing in their blood. The Empress of Blood was simply in a forest with no idea of how to get home. Not that it mattered, soon her mind would take control of reality and shape it into the way she wished the world was. Soon the fog would cloud her eyes again, her soul and mind would be whisked away to a different realm and when this one simple amazing thing happened, nothing could touch her. Nothing could hurt her psychically or mentally. Pausing to look back over her shoulder she noticed the simple water in the lake, it wasn't a glory bath at all. At least now she was clean. Glancing at the shining red rocks at the bottom of the pool, they easily caught her attention. They looked they little droplets of blood...she wanted some for her crown! Moving back to the water the small mare peered into the depths. A few of the smaller ones had washed up to the shore. Bending down the mare stuck her nose into the water and picked a few of them up in her mouth. Leaving the water she stopped beside a tree where she laid them out for the world to see, no doubt a dragon would fly over head and see the stones and merge them into her crown. Knowing that all she had to do was leave the stones where they were, the mare turned promptly and began to strut away from her new precious stones. What was with this mare and her fascination with blood you ask? It was the one thing that proved everyone to be the same, made everyone on this world equal. However Eris did not bleed out blood or feel pain! The very thought was insulting. This mare was a Goddess, an Empress and a Leader. When she was opened up Eris bled with lies, promises, broken words and death. Would touching her liquid end up killing you? Maybe. " " 632 words. Super crazy? She has a fascination with blood. @[Catillatio] They built my city on top of a grave, Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade, Quarantined and forgotten for days, These are the stories of those who have gotten away |
the Rift
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[PRIVATE] Death's knocking on your door.
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09-03-2013, 09:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-03-2013, 09:17 PM by Catillatio.)
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